In Sunday School, we were holding baby Jed and saw that his pants were wet from his diaper. So I take him into the mother's lounge to change him and remember... "Ooh... no. I didn't bring a plastic bag if this is a dirt diaper....?" And sure enough... it was. So I deliberated... and while I was deliberating, I realized that I didn't have wipes to wipe the poo off his bum! Aagrh! So I reach over and wet some paper towels and come back ready to wipe him. Then, I notice his clothes are drenched! He peed all over himself! Double aargh. And to top it off... I didn't pack an extra outfit. At least I remembered an extra diaper! "Think think think..."
I changed his diaper, set the dirty stuff on the ground. Grabbed the baby, walked to the kitchen, and asked for a plastic bag. Once I got one, I returned to the mother's lounge and put the dirty diaper in the bag. I walked back into Sunday School to grab Big Jed, and then we were off towards home. I'm sorry, but I wasn't going to sit through church with a naked baby.